Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you thought
I was change my style?
So what are you Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's another rap that I'm to spit
It goes like this, my is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like before

slaps, makin' snaps
Cold cash money and Too raps
Oakland, California where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't none

But if you do, I'm gonna tell you
Trues and ain't really shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the
You and that bitch playin' Too rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about money
But if you ask me, could you have some, say it doesn't concern me
Ronald came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. economy and a for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the House
If you're not cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll that game
one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She my dick, up and down, like it was corn on the cob

What is Life is Too $hort
I the bitches like it's a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches like y'all
Like Dr. J played

You can me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a bright in 1987
I was in my to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote rhyme for you
You might not my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So much death in the Oakland
Am I live till next week?
Will I get shot by a fiend
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to steal my

I really say, 'cause I don't know why
People out here droppin' dead like
I used to see a boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't too long when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the rapper, so unique
Clap my when I want my freak

You can't it, you know I'm right
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I kick back, or relax
Till he knows I'm the at the MC rap

he knows Too $hort, set the track
They got him up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't straight game on the mic
'Cause he's than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I call him
Tryin' to that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't to me
Think I'm but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
To the end of the and push you over
luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I ever said a rap, to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it you'll be through
so far up, you might fall down
Gettin' clowned by the hound east Oaktown

And the look in your face you're lickin' that tooth
Could a grown man die, laughin' at you
'Cause a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simon

I understood one word you said
But you're swearin' up and that you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I wanted to
Sucker motherfucker, the joke?

I'm the player of players, just me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I stop
I just don't stop mackin', stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see happens

mind is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC tell you what
Your are weak, your rap the same
And it comes to game, you are lame

even heard of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps than a rap rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's don't my time

There's a girl I know her name is
Straight to the just rock it steady
She's so freaky juice you up
All the home boys just get enough

She's a Ph.D., don't stop
In the like that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, say she's black
She's the kind of girl make your knees go crack

the beat, rock with me
Let me you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna till the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll play that
To the beat all day and all night

So liten up, to what I'm
I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin'
To all the home boys time in the pen
Gonna rock this for you once again

If you can't get out and you're mad as
Say bitch, now make it sound for
I'ma tear up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if you're hole don't
See I'm a big now, I'm so great
I was and raised in the Golden State

me T O O, if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off you give me some more
Big bank, now just make me
bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Check out my style, baby I quit
I heard freak say, "That's the shit"
He the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure ain't

But the sucker MC's are loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut mouth
How can you talk me, and call me weak
When your father smokes coke and you a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
Ain't sayin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck with me, and boy doomed
I a trick with a hoe to the motel room

I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So fresh again cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you got the claps
And fuck you punk you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't
Motherfuck you damn shithead

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it stop
And it stop, and it won't stop, bitch
out my style